Your name I don’t recall.
Nor what you looked like.
I’m sure you still exist,
somewhere in this world,
whatever you’re called,
or most resemble.
Nor what you looked like.
I’m sure you still exist,
somewhere in this world,
whatever you’re called,
or most resemble.
Yes, I’m sure
that once you were
part of another life.
If it was mine
then I must have been elsewhere.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon.
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